I tried to make myself as pretty as possible and even then I thought I was ugly. I found it madly difficult to go out, to show myself.
I don't think when I make love.
I was afraid of not living up to what people expected me to be.
If I could do anything about the way people behave towards each other, I would, but since I can't, I'll stick to animals.
Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.
Do you have to have a reason for loving?